16th Message - [Video Post]

[dulcisnuntius]

[The video clicks on to show the usual disaster area which is Dulcie's apartment. However, the usual angel isn't present. Instead, and unfamiliar face is leaning in towards the camera. Wearing one of Dulcie's pink and silky bathrobes.



Not that this chick doesn't have awesome taste, but does anyone know where any of my clothes are? I went to get dressed this morning and my closet is full of girls' clothes. Which, hey, I'm an open-minded enough guy, but I don't feel like freaking people out at work today.

Help is always appreciated.

[He moves to turn off the device, and a flash of familiar wing can be seen on the edge of the screen.]

[ooc: Dulcie is always-been-a-boy Genderswapped today! Say hello to Denis. He may be popping up again soon. :-D Also a bit of a placeholder, since I'm off to work any minute, but will tag on lunch break/after work. Answers to be coming from puerilisangelus]

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[designedtoparty]

Hey! How about you get back in that closet and take a second to work out if it's really yours. Do you even have a closest? You look you turned your back on those years ago.

[Wing? What wing? Who even pays attention to those things, anyway? Not Nathan, that's for sure. His logic stopped right around the point he recognised Dulcie's flat.

Also, as with most things he says, it made a lot more sense in his head.]

[puerilisangelus.livejournal.com]

Nathan? Of course it's my closet. It's in my apartment.

And you can lay off with the closet jokes, I've heard them all before.

[designedtoparty]

Since when is it yours? I think I've been there enough times to who it belongs do.

Who are you? How do you know my name?

[puerilisangelus.livejournal.com]

Seriously? It's me. Denis. You know, you met me at the fountain here on my first day and ate all my jellybeans?

When have you been to my apartment?

[designedtoparty]

What the fuck?!

I've been there loads of times. You know, to bang the person whose life you're stealing.

[puerilisangelus.livejournal.com]

Why would I want to steal anyone's life? Mine is awesome.

[designedtoparty]

What, so awesome you want to steal someone else's? That sounds like a brilliant life.

What have you done with Dulcie?

[puerilisangelus.livejournal.com]

What? You're not making any sense, Nathan. Who's Dulcie?

[designedtoparty]

Dulcie's my girlfriend, you sick fuck. What did you do with her?

[puerilisangelus.livejournal.com]

I didn't do anything to anyone's girlfriend. I woke up in my apartment this morning and all my clothes were missing.

[Denis picks up the camera and pans it around the space.]

That's my slinky tower. There's my stove where I almost burned down the building when I tried to make shrink-e-dinks. And that's my awesome vintage hat stand! Most of my hats seemed to have survived, anyway.

[Denis sets the camera down again. Now he's at a further angle, his wings are in full view. They're painted with a slightly smudged-looking version of the skulls Dulcie had on her wings last night.]

[designedtoparty]

[Just... totally incomprehensible noises. Then he shuts off the camera.

However long later, Denis gets treated to some thunderous pounding on his door. It would probably be advisable to answer sooner rather than later if he doesn't want his door kicking in.]

[puerilisangelus.livejournal.com]

[He does, pretty quickly, too. He's managed to find one pair of jeans that fit him, and is sporting one of Dulcie's over-sized t-shirts.]

Nathan?

[designedtoparty]

[As soon as the door's open, Denis will find the gun Nathan got from No Name rammed in his face. Because, hey. Easiest way to get taken seriously.]

Where is she?

[loonyandproud.livejournal.com]

There was naebody else there when y' got up?

[puerilisangelus.livejournal.com]

No. But I don't remember taking anyone home with me last night, so it'd be weirder if there was.

[loonyandproud.livejournal.com]

Right... So what's your name?

[puerilisangelus.livejournal.com]

Campbell. It's me. Denis. Why does no one remember me today?

[loonyandproud.livejournal.com]

Denis the angel.

I didnae forget you. I'm just--bein' a loony.

[puerilisangelus.livejournal.com]

Good! I thought I was going crazy, too.

You haven't heard of any kind of curse that swaps all your clothes with someone, do you? This a real pain. I've managed to find some stuff that fits, but none of these shoes are even remotely going to work.

[loonyandproud.livejournal.com]

Y' can borrow a pair a' mine, if y' want, though your feet are probably smaller. And I've only got two pair. Why don't y' just teleport int' a shop? Y' like clothes anyway.

[puerilisangelus.livejournal.com]

I knew there was a reason I keep you around! I guess I won't cause too much of a sensation if I show up in a store with bare feet.

[loonyandproud.livejournal.com]

It just means y' need shoes.

[puerilisangelus.livejournal.com]

[Denis laughs enthusiastically.]

You're totally right! Clearly I am in need of immediate shoe-service.

Are you doing anything today? I can always use a second opinion.

[loonyandproud.livejournal.com]

Nah, I'm not cursed or anythin'. What store do I meet you at?

[puerilisangelus.livejournal.com]

That's alright. I'll meet you at your place.

[A few seconds later and Denis is sitting on Campbell's couch, trying in vain to avoid the cat hair. He's wearing a pair of slightly snug-looking black skinny jeans, along with one of Dulcie's torn t-shirts and a leather jacket.]

Don't you own a lint brush?